The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-04-30

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own in youth that Colonel Deyoe looked
up from his great political manuscript
and spoke:
"Grandchild, don't notice it. Remcm-
berthe saying that whoever writes anony-
nous letters must have come anonymous.
The underbred send them 10 the lawful
bred"
Here am I, grandpa, described rs still
in love with Mark Hanson, and most in.
innate things related Of the period of my
engagement to him. I showed them to
Dave, aud asked him if he had received
any such letters. He confessed that he
had. but would not let me see them. l
shall tell him to-day that until he dis.
covers their author I will not be his wife
It Is the duty Of a spirited man to un.
cover the slandercr Of his bctrotllcd.
You would do it if you were still young"
Poor Carrie! though I have fought
my duels on less matters than that, in
the days when I edited our political organ,
| never would give an undcrhand CORE
%spondent dignity enough to trace him or
her out You can't suspect Mark Hanson;
but whom else have you offended?"
mo, I always found him the man of
honor. But 1t Is the nature of these
anonymous letters to make lis suspicious
Of everybody. Granny, / shall take a
desperate remedy: You 60 on with your
memoirs
AS she called for her saddle mare to
ride over the mountain, the poor old
colonel wiped his !spcctaclcs Of film and
his eyes of tears, and resumed the com.
position Of his ncvcr-finishcd hook on the
times Of Robert Goodloe Harper.
Dear Carrie" he exclaimed aloud.
"Shc is my last unmarried grandchild,
and | believe they nil received nnony-
nous letters, 1t must be a disease of
society,""
From her grandfathcr's hermitage, in
the narrow Pleasant Valley, Carrie was
soon bounding along the rills Of Isracls
creek and up through the chestnut
wooded slopes of the great South Noun
tain, fearless of man or beast so that her
bloodhound followed along with her;
and MS she turned the crest Of the road in
the gap and overlook the mail buggy
where the great prospect Of Catoctin
Valley stretched below and afar, she saw
her amiable hound, as quick as any coach
dog, running between the mail buggy's
wheels.
Mark Hanson had given her that dog
in the days when she thought she loved
him.
It was the only present she had not re.
turned, because Negrofoot, as the hound
was namcd-from his former use, in
chasing slaves-iiad been her gallant, too,
making the wild mountain paths safe and
sociable TO Carrie rs the streets Of Mar.
tinsburg where she had been reared. Her
grandfather, who had been editor. and
official Mt the capital of his State, lost
heart and faith after tho great convulsion
of the war, and took a little patch of
patrimonial property among tho moun-
tains TO get pure air and indite. his recol-
lections.
There, Carrie, an orphan child, who
had never looked with sentiment on man
before, fell in love and cured it by loving
twice.
She had found when plain, dutiful, store
keeping Dave IIightman cnmea around her
tho explanation Of her frequent fallings
out with Mark Hanson, his friend.
It was that she had never been truly In
love with Mark, but only infatuated.
She was now to do an act as impctuous
as her first love, and her frank rebellion
against It; and the clustering village she
had behcld from the mountain top was
soon cclloing with the hoofs of her sad.
alo mare. Entering n place Of business
there, she confronted aplain but heaming
young man at the business desk, who
cried 4 .{j
S""Why, Carried
%"IIerc, sir, is another OF those letters.
What have you done about them ?"
"Nothing, though. I have also had a
third one. They contain nothing tangi-
bic, nothing l could believe. Why let
them worry us, my darling, when they
create no prejudice between us? Some.
woman dare say
David lIightman, ! will not be pa
tient. II Is not my family's way; They
resented and detected foes Of society
such as write these letters
"Carrie, much us l love YOU, l will not
quarrel or fight. for you. The long life. Of.
faith and household Joy Iexpcc,to spend
withAyou must not be interrupted by,
every u%ndcrtoncd remark some gossip